If one were to compare life to a casino, We are all born with a certain number of chips; The more we are handed out, The more we tend to sink.
Every risk or move we make, Requires us to go all in; And when sometimes we fail at this, Our pot of chips grows more barren.
And so we become more careful, Reluctant to bet on life, Terrified to bet on ourselves, And so we hold our chips tight.
But at the end of our day, when we go to cash them in, In an exchange for a better place You are always one chip short Of your saving grace.
Even though the casino is rigged, And we’re all designed to lose, Fearlessly play your chips, And leave the world confused.